The rich, citrus smell from the oven, the snap of warm shortbread in my hands, a sugar-sweet flavour in my mouth…these chocolate and orange shortbreads have become a firm favourite in my home. They work so well because it’s such a classic flavour combination: like strawberries and cream, chocolate and orange just goes together. That combination of tart with the luxurious is such a winner and works so well in these shortbreads.
I was one of those people who was counting down the days until Hamilton opened in the West End. I had been fully swept up into the hype surrounding the show and the excitement following it’s impending arrival to this side of the Atlantic. I am not a traditional West End theatre goer. Most shows are too expensive and the things I am interested in, I regularly find myself priced out of the seats I want. However with Cursed Child and this show, I spent a lot of money on good seats.
When tickets first went on sale for Hamilton, I was there ready to join the virtual queue and spend my money. Buy and spend I did…and then wait I did. The tickets I bought were for more than a year in the future. Time both went slow and fast as time is wont to and I forgot all about it. That was until other people started going and telling me all about it. And then I started getting emails from the theatre gearing me up for the amazing event.
Over the weekend I found myself at home, hungry, with a bag of kale and not much else. I wanted something delicious to eat. Usually I reach for the spinach – it is a my go-to green food – but as I said, I had kale and the desire to do something with it. After a little rummaging I ended up with mushroom, peanuts, and garlic. I could see the beginning of a warm salad forming and couldn’t wait to start cooking.
Earlier in the month I found myself travelling around the world in one evening. I didn’t leave London but made my way to Hong Kong, Dover, India, Japan, and New York. This was made possible by The Literary Hour’s latest supper club, where we all joined Phileas Fogg as he travelled Around the World in 80 Days.
When I found out I was going to be staying overnight in Bath, the first thing I thought of was going for a run and hoping the weather would hold. Bath seems to be the perfect city for runners, especially tourist runners: everything is near everything else, there are long flats and challenging hills, and all the tourists a solo traveller could hope for. Only one person looked at me as if I had lost my marbles when I asked them to take a picture of me. Only one!